"You took something that’s mine," Dexter said, his voice dangerously calm—a whisper of thunder before the storm. "And soon… you’ll learn just how heavy arrogance weighs when it’s paid for in blood."
The air stilled, shadows stretching around him like fangs bared in the dark. His eyes—cold, unrelenting—burned with the promise of retribution.
Then he turned to her, voice softening just enough to carry a vow. "We’re getting her back," he swore. "I swear it."
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